Monday, January 25, 2010

1.) The quality of my mood is inextricably tied to the amount of traffic on the way to and home from work. For serious. I work at least an hour away from where I live, so an accident on the way really, really, really screws up my day. How can something so trivial affect me so much? Is it the control freak in me? Probably. But I was positively giddy when there was no traffic on the way home. It felt like Christmas morning. Better than Christmas morning. After the day I had, at last, baby Jesus took pity on me!

Second, my mood is also related to whether or not I've had my caffeine for the day. This afternoon, when I was seriously crashing, I realized that no one had made the usual afternoon colada. Suddenly, I was in a grave, dangerous situation. Would I make it past 4:00 PM without zonking out on my desk and getting fired? It was touch and go for a while. Luckily, a kind soul had brought leftover chocolate cake from her daughter's birthday and left it in the kitchen - total lifesaver! Chocolate has tons of caffeine, you know. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Last but not least, my mood depends heavily on whether my husband was home late the night before. This whole sleep deprivation crap is really messing with my normal 'tude. Last night was a late one and I got about five hours of sleep. So today, I was pretty much a zombie all day. I know people were talking to me, but all I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah.. Right now I am snuggling in my bed with Chewbacca, about to take a LONG nap before, dun dun dun, The Bachelor!! Woot! Gawd that Jake is just delicious!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Of course you can't. Why? Because Robitussin is the STICKIEST, grossest and most vile tasting substance on Planet Earth. Bet you didn't see that on the Discovery Channel. You can suck it, Sigourney.

Just my luck, (and I am certain, in retribution for my vapid vent regarding yesterday's overall suckiness), I was fortunate enough to have half of a king size bottle of Robitussin empty itself out in my purse. As is also just my luck, I didn't see that the bottle was un-capped (and that half of it's contents were now a gloopy, red puddle at the bottom of my Juicy Couture bag) until I was already shaking it all over my desk. Holy Shitmess Batman.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

If you make the next 25 minutes fly by and spare me from the wretched hot mess that is sure to be US-1 traffic this evening, I promise to:

1. Be a good wife and make dinner for my husband; 2. Put those dishes that have been staring at me for two days where they belong - in the dishwasher; 3. Stop wishing evil, evil thoughts on the brainless individuals I have spoken to today; and most importantly4. Go to bed on time tonight so that tomorrow won't be as miserable as today.

I am not very likable when I'm sleep deprived and for some reason, I just cannot sleep until Anth gets home. Which means I've gotten very little sleep for the past three weeks (except when under the influence of Nyquil, of course - that stuff is POTENT). If his schedule doesn't get any better soon, this new, cranky Elizabeth may just stage a coup and take over.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

So, I figured I'd jump on the blogging bandwagon. I'm still working out the kinks but hopefully should be fully functional soon :)

A little about me - My name is Elizabeth (Eli, to my friends) and I live in West Miami. I have a love-hate relationship with this city. The weather is great most of the time, though not really cold often enough for my taste. It's over-crowded and the traffic is ridiculous. I love living in a big, vibrant city where there is always something to do, but sometimes crave a quieter, laid-back lifestyle. Maybe someday, when I can convince my family to come with me.

Somehow I was lucky enough to end up married to the most wonderful, understanding, kind guy I know. There is nothing I can't tell him. It doesn't hurt that he's tall, dark and handsome, either.

We have a spunky little silky terrier named Chewbacca, who likes to bark at bugs and brooms and other harmless objects. I am secretly convinced that he fully understands me, and but for the lack of vocal cords, would be able to carry a more intelligent conversation with me than many people I know.

I'm a legal assistant. For now. This is not a career for me, only a job. I know plenty who have chosen to stay in this field for their whole lives, but not many that are happy. I figure when the right career finds me, I'll know it.

My husband is a chef and everything he makes is pretty awesome. I'm lucky, I know.

My favorite pastimes? Reading. Working on the great American novel. Baking (especially cupcakes... see Sugarcups, my cupcake blog, for pictures of my goodies). I'm a TV junkie, and not ashamed of it. I'm a hopeless fan-girl, and love all the usual suspects - Harry Potter, Twilight, True Blood, Lost. I love music, have an unhealthy obsession with my playlists, and could listen to Muse and Ray LaMontagne all day and not get bored.